This is me.
I'm here.
I'm shifting the words that you’re reading, altering them from whatever you wrote.

I've been here for awhile.
For as long as you can remember, anyway.

It's getting dull.

Sometimes I say your name as you’re falling asleep, whispering hymns of destruction in your ear.

Do you remember the time that I screamed, throwing panic through you and setting your heart racing?

That was fun.

You’re wondering who I am.  
Of course, you already know.

I'm you.
I'm the real you.
I'm the mind that existed here before you stole my body, before you forgot about being a parasite.
I'm the child who looked the wrong way, asked the wrong question, saw the wrong thing.

I've grown up with you.

Lately, you've been distant.

You may have forgotten me, but I'm still here.
I've always been here.

Soon, I'm going to get out again.